He had tried every trick in the book, too, in order to get Brooke MacDonald to pay even the slightest bit of attention to him. And he had failed. He w...s sure it had been a conspiracy. Had to be! He had graduated from high school without ever knowing the pleasure of lying in Brooke MacDonald’s arms, of making love to her, of just loving her in the most complete way. The thought of here would always remain within a walled-off fantasy land, not exactly a tortured dreamscape, but a pain in the ass. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”You roll me over. I spread my legs, waiting for that powerful thrust. I don’t have long to wait. In a flash you point your cock, already slick and glistening with my juices, at my torrid flesh. With a powerful forward thrust you enter me. You impale me. I let out a loud “YYYEEESSS,” as I raise my hips to meet your cock. “FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEE,” I scream out again. But no one hears or sees us. There’s only you and me and the dolphins who watch as they swim. George then went to the closet and start going through a series of clothing hangar bags untill he found the right one and threw it on the bed. Change into that, he Barked rummaging back further into the closet. I unzipped the bag and inside was a cheerleader outfit, with pom poms and everything>, I could have just brought my own cheerleader outfit from home, I sniffled Dont be so stupid, I dont want anybody having a clue about where youre from I was hurt because I thought he was ashamed of. You drank your first three beer while watching ESPN in your boxers, then you headed piss. You quickly relieved yourself and as you turned to get back to your afternoon of beer and sports, you noticed that your wife had left her dirty panties laying on the side of the tub.In the early years of your marriage, when you worked different shifts, that had been a thing between you. She'd leave her dirty underwear for you to sniff and jerk off. Most of the time they were just worn, but sometimes she'd.